Disclaimer: I OWN IT ALL!! MUHUHAHAHAHA… no really, I don't own a thing…
It was Sunday.
He was tired. Tired of fighting, tired of running, of guessing. It was Sunday and he'd been gone for too long now. Ted knew he wouldn't make it much longer, and he was just tired of it all. He was tired of everything: the kid; Dean, the uncertainty, the missing Dromeda. The waiting.
It was Sunday.
It was Monday.
He was worried. Worried for his son and the son of his best friend and his wife. It was Monday and he hadn't heard a thing in far too long. Remus knew he would fight this war till the end, but he didn't know if he would survive, and so he was worried. Worried that Dora would leave or that Harry would die, or worse, that Voldemort would win and they'd all be screwed. And he was scared too.
It was Monday.
It was Tuesday.
She was hiding. Hiding from the war and the death and the dark. It was Tuesday and she hadn't heard from her son in too long now. Molly knew she wouldn't come out of this war unscathed, and so she was hiding. She was hiding from the world, the fear, the pain. And she hated it.
It was Tuesday.
It was Wednesday.
They were laughing. They were laughing at a new joke, a new product, and another rebellion. It as Wednesday and they were laughing in the middle of a war. Fred and George knew that they wouldn't have much to laugh about soon, and so they were laughing while they still could. They were laughing at the past the present and the future. And they didn't know why.
It was Wednesday.
It was Thursday.
She was crying. Crying at the loss of her husband, the birth of a grandson she didn't want to bring up in a time like this, and the war going on around her. It was Thursday and her husband was dead. Andromeda knew this wasn't the end and she was crying at what she still couldn't see. She was crying because of the war, the loneliness, the empty feeling in her heart. And she knew it was just the beginning.
It was Thursday.
It was Friday.
They were planning. Planning to break into a place that couldn't be broken into; had never been broken into before. It was Friday and they left tomorrow and they didn't dare to hope. The "golden trio" knew that this was a one in a million shot and if they were caught they were dead; so they were planning. Planning in Bill's backyard to break into the wizarding bank. And it wasn't going to be easy.
It was Friday.
It was Saturday.
They were fighting. Fighting for what they believed in, to live or just to fight. It was Friday and the world was about to change. The wizarding world fought on both sides with everything they had, because it was either fight and maybe live or stand aside and die. And so they were fighting and dying and winning and losing. And it was a long, long battle.
It was Saturday.
It was Sunday.
It was over. The tiredness, and the fear and the hiding were all over. It was Sunday and Ted wasn't running and Remus wasn't worrying and Molly wasn't hiding and the twins weren't laughing and the trio wasn't planning and the world wasn't fighting any more. But Andromeda was still crying, and with her was the rest of the world. Because Ted and Remus and Fred and oh, so many other were dead. But it was over at long last. And it felt good to breathe again.
It was Sunday.
Sunday mourning.
Authors note: I know Ted died far before the end of the war but it had to be this way for it to work. Hopefully you all understand and please, don't flame me for it. By the way I did check and for the final battle my date is correct. I understand the last part may be confusing but I just let my fingers type. It's also almost one in the morning and I'm kind of tired so… Anyways, please review if you will, I would greatly appreciate it.
Alieycat